Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... LESS BEARABLE THAN ANY OTHER AFFLICTION . HAD it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had He rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare head ; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; Given to captivity me and my utmost ...
... LESS BEARABLE THAN ANY OTHER AFFLICTION . HAD it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had He rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare head ; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; Given to captivity me and my utmost ...
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... less : And , to deal plainly , I fear I am not in my perfect mind . Methinks I should know you , and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is ; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ...
... less : And , to deal plainly , I fear I am not in my perfect mind . Methinks I should know you , and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is ; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ...
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... less happier lands ; This blessed plot , this earth , this realm , this England , This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Fear'd by their breed , and famous by their birth , Renowned for their deeds as far from home , ( For ...
... less happier lands ; This blessed plot , this earth , this realm , this England , This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Fear'd by their breed , and famous by their birth , Renowned for their deeds as far from home , ( For ...
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... less in joy , Than hope enjoy'd : by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short ; as mine hath done By sight of what I have , your noble company . Boling . Of much less value is my company , Than your good words . KING RICHARD ...
... less in joy , Than hope enjoy'd : by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short ; as mine hath done By sight of what I have , your noble company . Boling . Of much less value is my company , Than your good words . KING RICHARD ...
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... less thy body hence , and more thy grace ; Leave gormandizing ; know , the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men : - Reply not to me with a fool - born jest ; Presume not , that I am the thing I was : For Heaven doth ...
... less thy body hence , and more thy grace ; Leave gormandizing ; know , the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men : - Reply not to me with a fool - born jest ; Presume not , that I am the thing I was : For Heaven doth ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Bassora beauty behold blood breath bright brittle glory Cæsar charms clouds Cold fearful courser dead dear death delight dost doth drachmas dread earth elocution eyes face fair FALSTAFF fame father fear fire flowers fool gentle give glory grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hecat's Hecuba honour hope kind king labour light live look lord Lucilius Lycidas lyre Lysippus mind Muse nature ne'er never night noble numbers nymph o'er once OTHELLO pain passions peace Philippi pleased pleasure poor praise Priam pride prince Proteus Pyrrhus Rasselas rich round scene shade smile soft song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing thou hast thought tongue trembling virtue voice Warren Hastings weep wild wind wings wonder younker youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Seite 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Seite 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Seite iv - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 297 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.